vatheon | take it off

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Who: Devit & You (unless you are a small child)
Where: Anywhere around town
When: Anytime during thought bubble curse week
Style: I will follow!
Status: OPEN!

Devit has been going about his usual business in Vatheon. Wandering around, getting food, annoying random passerbyers and hassling friends or maybe just lazing around at the cafe. However this week there is a slight difference. A dangerous difference. This week Vatheon, you are subjected to view his thoughts. What does Devit think about? Mainly boobs, booze, and guns. Though sometimes there's a slight difference. Sometimes someone catches his eye.

You might see yourself in his thought bubble. Maybe you might look a little sexier then you do in real life because HEY this is his fantasy. You might also see yourself in there start to TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES in an appropriately provocative manner.

Yes. He is undressing you. With his EYES.

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Nanaki has a thought bubble too! Hers isn't as vivid as Devit's at the moment, since she's gotten distracted watching his. At first it is full of question marks, and Nanaki is raising an eyebrow in confusion at Devit's bubble. She definitely doesn't have boobs that big, is this really what Devit thinks when he sees her?

And then the undressing happens, and Nanaki goes from confusion to pure horror, with a thought bubble to match. She doesn't even stop to look and see if anyone else saw that (a valid concern, in her mind. Though Devit's imagination is still far too kind to Nanaki's appearance) and instead just screams at him.

"DEVIT!"

The strip tease in his mind abruptly freezes with Imagination Nanaki halted just as she's about ready to unclasp her bra. Thank goodness he was interrupted just in time. That's not to say it won't start back up again once his attention starts to wander. There's a good chance of that happening actually.

"Huh?" he blinks and looks over at her. Damn he got caught up in a daydream or something there for a second, "S'up Naki? You look like ya just saw a murder or something."

He's forgetting, of course, about his little bubble friend.

She hasn't seen a murder yet, but that doesn't mean murder might not happen soon.

Once the fantasy is interrupted, Nanaki's horror will start to turn into rage. Devit is already on Nanaki's list of "people who piss me off way too easily", and while this isn't too out of the norm for him, it's still infuriating.

When she speaks, it is with a calm voice, but that voice clearly is of the calm-rage variety. The thought bubble full of mental images of Nanaki beating the shit out of Devit probably shows her anger too. "Would you mind explaining why you're mentally undressing me?"

Suddenly the Nanaki in his mind becomes a dominatrix flavored demon Nanaki! Complete with fangs and horns and a leather corset! Totally cracking a whip too. Because damn if those pictures floating in HER thought bubble aren't frightening, violent, and sadistic!

"W-what?!" he waved his hands like oooh shit, "Why do I gotta explain what I'm thinking about? Are you the THOUGHT police or something cause that is seriously messed up!"

Dominatrix!Nanaki mental images just make her even more pissed off. The calmness is quickly gone from her voice.

"You can't just go thinking things irresponsibly when everyone can see what you're thinking! How would you like it if I imagined you in a speedo or something?!"

Of course, the moment she says that, the image does pop into her head, and subsequently into her thought bubble. Thought bubble Devit is indeed in a speedo, though he isn't imagined to look super-sexy or anything. It's just normal Devit with almost no clothes on.

And now Dominatrix!Nanaki turns into string bikini!Nanaki... slowly working sunscreen into her skin... This time it's totally not his fault! She brought up the beach theme.

"I can't control my thoughts! I have a very vivid imagination..." he trails off as he notices HER bubble once again and he raises an eyebrow and rubs his chin thoughtfully, "So... do you imagine me in speedos often?"

It's okay. Devit is already super sexy too so there's not much you can do to perfection.

Okay, now she is imagining herself walking into the thought bubble and punching Devit in the face so hard he goes flying out of view. She's wearing a swimsuit, since beach theme here, but it's her actual swimsuit, which is a touch more modest than what Devit imagined.

"You're a pig."

And now... He's thinking about bacon. Sweat delicious glorious... the image of perfectly crispy glistening bacon dominates his thought bubble. It's nearly pornographic.

"You can't call me a pig for asking a simple question!" he protests. Though let's be honest here. Even Devit probably realizes that he has his moments where he MIGHT be mistaken for one.

She is about to launch into some long explanation about how Devit's behavior is deplorable at best, but she just gives up and sighs. There's no point in arguing with him, he'll never get it. Or at least she doesn't think he'll get it.

"You know what? Nevermind."

Her thought bubble is now a cloud of squiggly lines of irritation.

"What are you even doing out here?"

Man there are just somethings Devit will never understand. Like how people got so easily annoyed with him. Mysteries of life man. Some things just weren't meant to be solved.

"Huh? Oh, just going to get lunch," he shrugged. Thank the heavens his bubble was mostly occupied with pictures of food for the moment, "Maybe a BLT."

He just got distracted on the way there.

"What's a BLT?"

Nanaki hadn't eaten much western food before, not even here in the city. Since she cooked most of her meals herself, she never had a reason to.

"Bacon lettuce and tomato," he replied looking at her like she grew a second head or something, "You know, on a sandwich. It's some tasty shit."

Ky is minding his own business, thankfully unaffected by the curse, when he happens to scan his surrounding and see a man looking at a woman. While that ordinarily wouldn't be a problem, per se, as Ky drew closer he could see the man's bubble, and what he saw there was the sort of thing no person should see, no person should indulge in.

Ky's cheeks were pink, but his thoughts were on that woman and how he deserved better, and his attitude was haughty.

"Control your thoughts better."

Devit rolls his eyes and turns away from that hot piece of ass he'd been staring down. Geez some people were just so damn RUDE sometimes. Like really, what the fuck?

"You can't tell me what to think in my own damn brain!" he snapped, practically giving Ky the evil eye.

Dude was seriously uptight looking too. He wasn't BAD looking but he could stand some loosening up. Like if he was wearing a silk robe that was beginning to slide dangerously down his shoulder and if that pink color on his cheeks was a little deeper...

Of course these thoughts were broadcast for all to see.

Had it not been a matter of broadcasted thoughts, Ky might not know what Devit was thinking and wouldn't have thus approached him, but he did believe that people should control their minds, and the bubbles made it that much more important to do so.

Despite that conviction of thought, Ky's cheeks did turn a deeper pink at seeing what the bubble did now, and his mouth opened and closed in shock for a moment, until Ky could gather himself enough to object.

"Stop that!" he said, and if he sounded a little more hysterical, a little less merely tense and disapproving, could anyone blame him?

Devit looked startled fr all of a moment. He wasn't DOING anything... and then realized that once again he'd forgotten about his thought bubble.

"I ain't doing anything!" he snickered. He was amused as all hell that he was managing to ruffle this stiff's feathers. Meanwhile imagination!Ky's was lounging on a red velvet couch, belt of his robe far too loose for comfort. He was also seductively eating a slice of pizza.

Devit might have been a little hungry too.

Ky was very easy to ruffle, and this was a particularly effective way to do so. Ky wasn't comfortable with his own sexual thoughts, let alone anyone else's, particularly where they did concern him.

"Control your thoughts. They're wrong." Ky tried to shift his eyes to Devit's face to glare at him, but he kept glancing back at the bubble, as if he expected it to be tame all of a sudden.

"Anyone could see," he hissed under his breath, suddenly aware of the fact and that he'd rather not draw their attention to him and to Devit's bubble if he could avoid it.

"Ain't nothing wrong about it," he shrugs. His imagination of course is still running wild. Very wild, "The human body is a beautiful fucking thing and I will think about as much as I want."

Dude it's like this guy had never seen even soft core porn before! Maybe he was a virgin... Nah. That'd just be way too fucking pathetic and sad. Even for a stiff ass prude like him.

Ky didn't view being a virgin as some sort of fault of his, as anything he wanted to correct. He had been far too busy with duty and things more important, and he expected he would continue to be that busy for some time, perhaps for the rest of his life. He had no ability to promise a woman that he would put her above his calling, and he couldn't ask someone to marry him with that being true. And he didn't think he'd go having sex outside of marriage.

"The human body is a vessel of possibility and has the potential to be used in service of God. It's not...right to think about other people this way."

"Are you seriously spewing religious crap at me? Me? Oh my god," he rolls his eyes and the pushes his bangs up a little more to make sure the row of deep pitted cross shaped scars across his forehead were nice and visible, "See this here? This is a fucking stigmata. You seem like a real bible humper so I figure you MUST know what that shit means."

Ky startled for a moment, his eyes latching on to stare at the scars for a long moment, long enough to study them and confirm them as looking like what the man said, before he dropped his eyes, no longer paying any attention to the bubble.

"I--I'm sorry," he said.

Had Rose's own thoughts been on broadcast for all to see, she would not have ventured outside of her apartment this week. However, the fact that others were suffering from it had the reverse effect, drawing her to seek them out like a moth to a flame. If there were any better way to delve into the inner workings of the minds of others than this, she had yet to find it.

One thing she did not take into account is how lecherous and perverted some of Vatheon's occupants might be. Particularly the one standing in front of her. She watched as he undressed her with his eyes. As perturbed as she was, she didn't bat an eye at the display and approached Devit.

"As flattered as I am that your imagination has done a rather impressive job of determining what I look like unclothed, I am equally unimpressed by your blatant disregard for public decency."

Devit was rather caught up in his little fantasy and it didn't quite register with him right away that someone was addressing him. But oh hey, that was his current imaginary stripper right there talking to him. Guess she kind of noticed that fucking stupid bubble floating around him he seemed to keep forgetting about. Not that he would have made a conscious effort to curb his imagination or anything.

"What? Who do you think you are telling me what to fucking do?" he scowled, "I swear to god if one more person tells me my fucking pants ain't actually pants I'm gonna break their nose."

Obviously you are referring to his stripper pants, right? Many people have told him before how very, very inappropriate they were.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I was too focused on your thought bubble to pay any mind to what you're wearing."

Rose doesn't even bother to look down at his pants, knowing full well that if others had called them indecent, they likely were. And she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of looking.

"Well you are a pretty fucking distracting," he nods in agreement, "I mean like, you have an amazing ass. I'd probably rate it in my top ten best asses."

Devit. He knows how to charm the ladies like none other.

Anya's thoughts aren't necessarily any better, and she's certain to have upset a few people herself. Sure, sometimes they start off innocently enough, like the thought of eating waffles. But then that becomes eating waffles in bed, which quickly turns to being served waffles in bed by an attractive man servant, and then forget the waffles.

Her fantasy is only interrupted when she notices herself in someone else's thought bubble. It isn't one of her orgasm friends either. "Is that what you think my sexy dance looks like?"

Hello yes, Devit would like to fill out an application to become one of those orgasm friends please. He feels he is perfectly suited to the position.

"I good a good imagination," he grins and winks at her in what he feels is a flirty fashion, though he probably just comes off as kinda creepy, "Though if you want to show me otherwise..."

Anya doesn't recognize it as creepiness, but there is definitely something off about his delivery. Maybe it's all that eye make-up? She takes a second trying to imagine him without it.

She responds without offense but also without any flirtation. "I'm not so sure that you do. You should be able to tell even with my clothes on that my breasts aren't that large."

Labrador is just walking by thinking about what type of pots to get for his garden when he sees Devit's bubble. He quickly averts his eyes! How can you think of things like that in board daylight!!

Well... looks like he managed to fluster someone else. How fun! But this one doesn't seem like he want's to engage any further. Time to change that!

"Show me your tits!" he called, probably quite a bit louder then absolutely necessarily.

This bishop jumps with a start at that! "W-" Before he regains some composure. "No! Why should I do that!?"

Duke wasn't paying attention to much at all, but the flicker of white and red in someone's bubble catches his eye.

... What.

Devit, there is a problem with that strip-tease that your bubble is portraying. One that becomes glaringly obvious.

"... That's incorrect." Devit, Duke does not have breasts, he has no need for a bra.

"Whu-" Devit could only stare dumbfounded for a moment, the image of a bunch of bananas appearing in front of Dream-Duke's crotch in his thought bubble.

"You're a dude?" he pouted. DAMN. This guy had a butt too spectacular to be on a guy. This so wasn't fair. Not at ALL.

Bananas. Those might appear confusedly in Duke's bubble for a moment, before a scribble as he gets it.

"Unless you were expecting me to sound this way." Duke does have a particularly deep voice, after all. "It would be something I would now have expected, nor do I think I have heard."

A dark blue haired lady - at least, by her face its a lady - appears for a moment. Little mouth movements produce a scale, then Duke's face is in the same bubble, with mouth movements that produce a scale far lower than the lady's.

N wouldn't have given the bubble much thought, since his own was just random mathematical formula, and no one else seemed to have anything in theirs that was all that interesting to him.

Except he really didn't expect to show up in anyone's bubble, especially if that person wasn't Hilda. But there he was in some random person's bubble, in sudden sexy glory, with--...

Wait a second.

"... I'm not a woman."

A flock of exclamation points flooded Devit's thought bubble. No way. Noooo waaaaay.

"Mother fucker not again!" he snapped. He couldn't have been fooled by two guys in a ROW. Clearly this girl was just pulling his leg. There was one way to find out though.

He grabbed 'Her' chest.

Devit, you now have a lanky, very-much-male person giving you the most unnerving flat stare ever. If he's phased at all about being groped, he's certainly not showing it on his face.

"Please don't do that. I don't like being touched."

Good thing his bro Wisely has a stare JUST as unnerving. And that guy has FIVE eyes. Which would explain why the N in his thought bubble suddenly has five of those as well... but it's probably just vaguely confusing to anyone else.

"Not like you got anything to touch anyways!" he tsks and shakes his head in disapointment.

N simply lifted a hand and pressed his palm against Devit's head, shoving the odd teen back away from him, caring not for whatever was in his strange thought bubble.

"You're still making physical contact with me."

[Devit.

You really should have seen Maka's fist coming like a hammerblow from the heavens.]

YOU IDIOT!

[ He should have seen it coming. He should have anticipated it before it even happened. He did not. He couldn't respond, he couldn't retaliate. All he could to was yell as her righteous blow knocked him on his idiot ass. ]

What the HELL is the matter with you!? Don't you have any restraint whatsoever?? OR TASTE?!

What the fuck?! It wasn't like I was tearing your clothes off for real! You can't tell me how to think!

[ He clutches his poor aching head. ]

YOU got no damn restrain, fucking break a guy's skull for thinking a thing!

A thing that involves me stripping?! I have all the rights to hit you!

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